Sitting in the basement
On the couch
With a can or two
Of cola coca
Heard that it got crack
Be we still drink it
It’s no wonder
Why we act like that
But we were just friends
Shoulda stayed that way
Shoulda not turned the page
Now we’re on different ones
Now we no longer have fun

Don’t pout
Don’t whine
Got time
Don’t waste mine
It’s not free
Comes with a fee
Gotta grow with me
So, you gotta be growing

Oh my
Sweetie pie
Thought you were
So polite
It’s like you open your mouth
To speak
And all that comes out
Is rubbu-rubbu-rubbu-rubbish
And you expect me
To be accepting
Like it’s the blessing
That I prayed for
Like this is something
I would pay for
That is wrong
You’re so off
You’re so lost
I hope you
Pick up your cross

Am I in a movie?
Some boys, they act stupid
I just pray to God
And leave at that…

Don’t pout
Don’t whine
Got time
Don’t waste mine
It’s not free
Comes with a fee
Gotta grow with me
So, you gotta be growing